San diego reader Blogs: 'quillpena'http://www.sandiegoreader.com/weblogs/quillpena/Latest ten entries from 'quillpena'en-usTue, 31 Mar 2015 14:14:21 -0000quillpena: America, the Easily Offended
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This country is beside itself, wringing its hands and worrying about whom it’s going to offend next. Victoria’s Secret recently had to pull its “Sexy Little Geisha” outfit because someone found the outfit tasteless and offensive to the Japanese. The outfit was a teddy with Eastern inspired floral patterns, a ...http://www.sandiegoreader.com/weblogs/quillpena/2012/dec/05/america-the-easily-offended/quillpena: Infernal Preordination
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The crime that happened to John and Revè Walsh’s son Adam was a desecration to our collective values as well as an absolute tragedy. Not too long ago, Hollywood, Florida chief of police officially closed the case after 27 years. Drifter and serial killer Ottis Toole was responsible for the ...http://www.sandiegoreader.com/weblogs/quillpena/2012/may/28/infernal-preordination/quillpena: Vending Machines
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I miss the vending machines that existed when I was a kid. My two favorites were at the San Diego Zoo. After passing the Reptile House on the walkway toward the Children’s Zoo was a small pavilion that featured a variety of vending machines. After making a purchase from the ...http://www.sandiegoreader.com/weblogs/quillpena/2012/may/25/vending-machines/quillpena: Those Crazy Cats
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One of my favorite cat cartoons.http://www.sandiegoreader.com/weblogs/quillpena/2011/oct/04/those-crazy-cats/quillpena: What's Wrong with Me?
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A few years ago, my mother told me something I’d never known or even suspected: she is extremely shy—like me. And so was her mother, Dottie. She told me she had never hidden this fact from me, it was just something she had assumed was common knowledge. This was an ...http://www.sandiegoreader.com/weblogs/quillpena/2011/sep/11/whats-wrong-with-me/quillpena: Things
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Things. They’re everywhere. They surround us, and they all belong to someone else. Someone owns almost every thing we see; it’s somebody’s thing. A car, a house, an office building, a tree, a garden, it’s someone’s. And that’s not counting the innumerable things we don’t see, things inside the bigger ...http://www.sandiegoreader.com/weblogs/quillpena/2011/apr/08/things/quillpena: Hitching a Ride
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One afternoon, while I was working at a hair salon in Ocean Beach, a young man came into our shop looking for his dog; he held up a large photograph of his pet. The photo portrayed a brown pit bull with uncropped tail and ears. “My wife left the gate ...http://www.sandiegoreader.com/weblogs/quillpena/2011/mar/04/hitching-a-ride/quillpena: Jellybeans and Brine
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There are a few very old memories in my head that have endured for many years. Three of them are closely related and I think of them often, although they honestly don’t seem to hold much genuine significance for me, or anyone else for that matter. If I remember correctly, ...http://www.sandiegoreader.com/weblogs/quillpena/2011/jan/24/jellybeans-and-brine/quillpena: Rite of Spring
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One morning when we were living in Louisville, Kentucky for two years, my daughter, Daisy, and I took our Malamute, Buddy, for his daily walk. It was early November and the leaves had already changed into their dying colors and had begun to gather around the callous trunks of their ...http://www.sandiegoreader.com/weblogs/quillpena/2010/nov/01/rite-of-spring/quillpena: Beneath the Lime Tree
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My mother introduced the Thanksgiving tradition of chasing my terrified little brother Jason around the house with a raw turkey neck when he was three years old. The cherished custom continued for five years, and I looked forward to it each November almost as much as I did to eating ...http://www.sandiegoreader.com/weblogs/quillpena/2010/oct/01/beneath-the-lime-tree/